Tuesday, June 15, 2010
A Love Letter to John 11 (poem)
TO THE ONE I HOLD DEAR I remember still when the wind blows cold with the harm of fear and death. The curtains fell and the spring emptied those days of tides of lies. As the winter falls I can hear love's call and read its notes on the wall. This wounded maiden once chained in tears now soaring with glowing heart. My sky grew clearer and the sunlight shows as true love came at last. He lay me on flower's field with a heart thats fullfilled he's the one I hold so dear. Now my days all bloom no more nightmares near Only sweet songs I hear.